"kinesthesia" poems
I see it:
In your cautious movements,
From the stillness in your stare,
On your skin.
I hear it:
In stifled hisses of pain,
From metal tinkling in your bag,
On the playlist of songs that scream-
YOU ARE BROKEN
I smell it:
In your sleeve- desperate bleaching,
From your bag- antiseptic,
On your skin- salt and iron.
I taste it:
In your food- why won't you eat?
From your drink- tepid and untouched.
On your lips- cold...
Salt and iron again.
I feel it:
In your summer-sweat long sleeves,
From your stinging tears on my chest,
On your skin-
Sunken lines raised and rising.
I know it:
In our skin,
From from our past,
On flesh that will never let us forget,
But will always remind us to forgive.
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 9:42 PM UTC
i am lost
at a loss
in loss
grieving true loss
there is nowhere for me to turn
for i know not where to look
to see
to reach
doubt clouds perspective
losing my grip on reality
there is no solidity
floating aimlessly through time and space
kinesthesia reversed
taking flight through negative space
to see me falling pains you
but honestly what can you do
who am i to you
i am friend
sister
daughter
lover
maybe someday mother
i am falling and there's nothing you can do
nothing you can do
nothing i can do
nothing you can do
nothing you can do
for i am you
and there is nothing i can do
Feb 12, 2011
Feb 12, 2011 at 2:22 PM UTC
“Have you ever conjectured what it’s like to be obscured?
Like a rain drop in the ocean a fish without water,
That blackbird above the sea that can no longer sing,
As that of a tree with no branches beneath thee,
Like walking straight and winding in curves,
And not even a terminus harbor afore me,
How I suffered with her love as not equal,
A love that was devoted with complete kinesthesia,
And how my love never seemed to bring comfort,
How sad my love was to subsistence in pain!
Love was nothing but a sizzling desert and no deluge
A love that made me realize you were adrift,
One need not love if love is not had hinder,
Always something missing as I gave my all to thee,
Your love for me I know now has been foiled,
I was like a knight that hadn’t been dubbed,
Left to a cloistered life with no concomitant”
By AG 06/14/2018 ©
Jun 16, 2018
Jun 16, 2018 at 10:28 PM UTC
And so I embark on yet another month,
A month of sadness of bewilderment,
As the acquiesce once our bodies and lips bind,
Complying so often with the beat of our hearts,
It is all but too difficult to acknowledge,
Such a loss,
A loss of love now embittered with pain,
Enjoined by sorrow of love we had,
How I’ve deteriorated in your craving,
How my sensibilities have yearned for you,
I love you still with all my kinesthesia,
It seems my love no longer gives you amenity,
Yet love I have for you now brings me torment,
Your love was nothing but a blistering forest and,
No precipitation,
As the leaves are bequethed to the ground,
Never to bare growth or the strength of the husk,
It is for that comparison I feel as the ashes on ground,
Never to be loved again or find the love we had,
I am now like a bird with a broken wing,
Like that of a king with no subjects,
I now have numerous Handicapps,
Since your heart has congealed from me,
I had a passionate love for you,
And you have left me alone with my
KINESTHESIA ”
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 3:55 PM UTC